top of page

216: Lightning Bugs

Lighting Bugs

You caught a lightning bug in your hand

gently, slowly,

more like a landing ramp than a trap.

You held it to me

as if to say

Here’s a little light.

You need a little light.

It was after we talked about the storm

and before the sun set,

somewhere in between

the last news brief

and the next one.

I need a little light

We need a little light

Oh honey you we’re right.

Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good

Recent Posts

See All

Every night we sit on the couch. Your arm around my shoulders, my knees pulled towards my chest. We eat dinner. We talk about the day. The dog sleeps, belly up nestled on top of our sock feet. And eve

sarah branding-hannah brii photo-69_websize.jpg

Hi, thanks for stopping by!

I'm Sarah (Are) Speed, the writer behind Writing The Good. I'm so honored you're here! To get more poems, follow @writingthegood on Facebook and Instagram! 

  • Facebook
  • Instagram
bottom of page